Elvaire was born and raised the only child of a family in Karinah’siol. His father, Ñwalmon, was a smith, and his mother, Calmataniel, was a harper. He was raised mostly by his mother and growing up she taught him how to play the harp and he eventually became quite good at it. Growing up he didn't have any friends and was bullied quite often as he wasn't strong or good at fighting. One day while he was walking through the streets, his bullies attacked him with a sword they had stolen from one of their fathers. This left him with two large scars across his face. Elvaire forged his mask himself at his fathers forge the next day. Ever since then he has wanted to become a good fighter and defend others who are just like he was growing up. Once he finished school he took a sword and some armor from his father's shop and set out on a journey to learn how to fight, though, he hasn't had much success thus far.
Elvaire pauses and looks down at the ground for a second before looking up but not making eye contact with the man and stammers out.
"Oh... none of those things... good day"
He then briskly walks off.
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